Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Philippines and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Dennis Brown to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Sight & Sound,
Faust,
Sugar Minott,
Howard Jones,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minny Pops,
Ken Boothe,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gerry Rafferty,
La Düsseldorf,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gong,
Rosa Yemen,
Pantytec,
Motorama,
The Cramps,
One Last Wish,
The Blues Magoos,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
H. Thieme,
Boredoms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Wake,
The Slits,
Glenn Branca,
EPMD,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crooked Eye,
Todd Rundgren,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric Copeland,
Interpol,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lakeside,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yusef Lateef,
Andrew Hill,
The Velvet Underground,
Magma,
The Pretty Things,
R.M.O.,
Chrome,
Y Pants,
The Index,
Vainqueur,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Babytalk,
Make Up,
Patti Smith,
The Moleskins,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultra Naté,
Guru Guru,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David McCallum,
Graham Central Station,
In Retrospect,
Gabor Szabo,
The Remains,
Los Fastidios,
Jacques Brel,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.